Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.